36. Chapter Thirty-Six - Justified Death #3
Rupert rolled his eyes and dropped the dead weight onto the ground with a heavy thud, her body sprawling in a mess of blood and fluids.
That gave me a chance to go to Carter.
One moment, I was next to Rupert, and the next, I had Carter’s throat in my grasp, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of his neck. The smell of human vomit disgusted me, but the lingering scent of blood held my interest, its metallic tang mingling with the stale sweat of his fear.
I glared down at the impudent human, his eyes blown wide with terror, his limp dick shriveled and pathetic against his thigh.
To think this inferior male had ever been inside her infuriated me beyond reason, the thought of his cock so much as brushing her skin sending a spike of rage through my veins.
I slipped up and crushed his windpipe, the cartilage giving way with a soft crunch. He began gasping for air, his face purpling as he clawed at my grip, and I narrowed my eyes before releasing him.
He fell to the ground, choking and writhing.
Rupert sneered. “Killing him so soon, brother?”
“Keep him alive.” I furrowed my brows, concentrating on not causing strife between my brother and me. He could be too playful, especially when I was taking this seriously, his bloodlust threatening to turn tonight into a prolonged spectacle.
He glared at me momentarily before listening, quickly pulsing dark shadows through the boy’s windpipe to keep him stable enough to breathe, the dark tendrils knitting torn flesh and forcing air into his lungs.
We heard the rasping of his lungs trying desperately to breathe, each inhale a wet, struggling rattle.
“I can’t keep him alive much longer. End this farce.”
My eye twitched in annoyance, but I crouched down, watching him struggle to take in air, his chest heaving with panicked effort.
“Where should I place your cock? You will not be needing it much longer.” I grinned wider, my fangs glinting, and his heart rate pulsed even quicker, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.
Carter tried shaking his head no in stricken panic, his eyes wild and pleading, but surely he knew this was the end. That his pathetic member would soon be parted from his worthless body.
“Should I shove it in your stomach? It is the least we could do for you, so you know how disgusting your own cock tastes.”
“That sounds fun, brother,” Rupert added, bouncing on the pads of his feet, his voice dripping with eager anticipation. “Shove it down his throat!”
I did quite like the idea. The image of his own cock choking him as he died was delicious, but Carter thought differently, his voice cracking with terror.
“No—No, God no! Please!”
He begged just as ugly as Breeanna had, his pleas wet and desperate, snot and tears mixing on his face.
My hand shot out and grabbed onto the tiny, shriveled cock, feeling its pathetic softness against my palm, the skin clammy with fear-sweat.
“How does it feel that the last time someone feels this disgusting, impudent cock will be me?” I sneered, my fingers tightening around the base, savoring the frantic pulse of his blood through the useless organ.
By now, his words had devolved into random babble, but I knew he was displeased.
“But me? I get to touch, slide inside, and love Ira for the rest of forever.” Gods, I closed my eyes briefly, picturing her beautiful, luscious body pressed against mine; the soft swell of her breasts; the heat of her thighs; and the taste of her skin.
“It nearly sends me into bliss thinking about it, even though I have your vile cock in my hand.”
“Gods, could you be any more repugnant?” Rupert scowled but held steady with the shadows, his dark power pulsing to keep Carter’s ruined throat alive.
My hand gripped tighter, and I pulled accidentally, ripping the small cock clean off the human’s body.
“Oops,” Rupert echoed my inner monologue, a grin spreading across his face.
I held the bloodied meat in my hand, the warmth of it still slick and wet, then flickered my gaze up to Carter, who was now screaming to the point of losing consciousness.
“Keep him awake,” I growled.
Rupert sent shadows inside to keep the mind alive while I held the small, severed piece to his face. “Open wide,” I chuckled cynically.
He tried shaking his head, so I used my mind on him. “Cease your movement.”
He immediately obeyed, his body stiffening under my command. I shoved my hand so far down his throat I felt the convulsive gagging, hearing the wet, choking sounds emerge from him. “Taste it, mongrel. You know you enjoy choking on your own cock.”
Rupert giggled, watching the show with gleeful delight. He did quite enjoy a good entertaining spectacle. It had been some time since we had indulged ourselves as such, time that passed in a blur of ceaseless tedium, but tonight was a reprieve.
This is quite fun. Rupert hummed in my head, and I only rolled my eyes at his comment.
I had definitely torn through Carter’s body, and he was going to die soon.
Before that, I had to declare it. I removed my hand, and his throat made a wet, strange sound.
Tears and blood spilled from his eyes and wet his cheeks; blood splattered on the floor from where his cock had been ripped off, pooling in a dark stain.
His eyes rolled to either side, and I wasn’t quite sure he could even see me, but I knew he could hear me… for now.
“The only worthwhile thing your pathetic life ever amounted to was touching my beloved, though even that became your ruin. I was prepared to spare you. She asked it of me, and for her, I was willing to endure the insult of your continued existence. But you mistook mercy for weakness. You sank your hands deeper into something that was never yours to reach for, using her for your own selfish gain. So now you will die for it. All because you lacked the restraint to leave my little lamb untouched. My Ira.”
I spoke the final sentence, and he slumped down slowly before his face plummeted onto the carpet, a wet thud echoing through the room.
“Gods, humans are delightful when they die,” Rupert swirled excitedly. “Oh—are we going to kill the others?”
“Yes, but we must make haste. Ira will wake soon, and I want to be by her side.”
Rupert sighed dramatically, but he nodded. “Fine, but let me kill them! I want to string their bodies at the police station! Ah, that will be delicious!”
I had to endure the rest of his ceaseless imaginings for the next three hours. After we had completed our fun, I rushed back to Ira. She needed me more than ever, and I had hoped she hadn’t awakened.
My body moved quickly through the halls, and I caught the pitter-patter of her human heart.
It still had traces of the drugs running through it, but at a normal pace.
That alleviated some of my worries, but I was now upset that she had awakened.
Not only that, but she had awakened alone, and I had not been there for her.
My eyes narrowed, and I opened the door to find her halfway off the bed.
I inhaled slightly, and the smell of her delectable blood flooded my senses: the warm, honeyed scent of her cycle and the intimate musk of her arousal still clinging to her skin.
I had been smelling blood all night, but hers sent a ripple of intense carnal desire rushing through me, hardening my cock and making my mouth water with need.
Shit.
I had forgotten she was due for her cycle, and I had to walk in on her when I was at my most vulnerable.
Slaughtering those humans had brought out the most animalistic side of me, and her blood only made it so much worse.
It was making it nearly impossible not to fly across the room and feed on her, to taste her life on my tongue and drink from the very source of her pleasure. To feed on every aspect of her.
My cock strained painfully in my pants, and my fangs stretched out without permission, aching to sink into her flesh, to feel her pulse against my lips.
There was no way I was going to be able to just walk away.
I was going to lose all my senses and show her exactly who I was. What I was.